The war had been won. The Imperials defeated, the Rebels triumphant. All but one.
Luke Skywalker stood near the celebration, not partaking, but observing nonetheless. His eyes stopped when he saw Han and Leia, his newfound sister and best friend. Real life isn't like the holodramas, where in the end, the hero rides off into to sunset, girl in his arms. He was standing here, feeling alone and closed off. Unacknowledged. He sighed inwardly, showing no-one his torment. When he felt sure no-one was watching him, he silently left.
The next morning, he awoke to the alarm. The base is under attack! Grabbing his lightsaber, he ran out of the room.
When he got outside, he saw Leia frantically working at a control system, pressing buttons and flipping switches.
"… Craft, please state purpose and allegiance. Repeat, unknown craft..." She was saying. She didn't seem to notice Luke's presence and, if she did, she was ignoring him. Luke deactivated his lightsaber and looked up. He could see a small object in the sky, clearly a ship and clearly damaged. Smoke was billowing out of it somewhere. He felt no harmful intent coming from the craft. It was getting nearer.
Leia, who had given up trying to hail the craft, turned to him.
"What do you think?" She asked. "Should we shoot it down?"
"No," he replied, "that ship's damaged already. Whoever it is won't be able to go far."
In the time they had been talking, the ship had gotten a lot closer. After about a minute, it landed, quite neatly for a damaged ship. Luke gripped his lightsaber tightly, and cautiously stepped toward the ship.
The door opened. Behind it was a stunning young woman who must have been in her twenties. She was wearing a tight fitting jumpsuit which clung to her gorgeous curves while her long, shining black hair fell to her waist. She appeared to be wearing no make-up, but she didn't need it. Her silver eyes were huge and sparkled with kindness. She blinked slowly, her long lashes fluttering like the wings of a butterfly. She appeared unafraid, flashing a stunning smile at Luke as he approached. He only just managed to keep himself from gasping. She was beautiful! He stopped in his tracks, offering a slight smile in return for hers. Taking his smile as an invitation, she waltzed down the boarding ramp.
She extended her hand.
"Marigold Suzanna Minn." She said, her voice like shimmersilk, smiling sweetly. "But call me Mary Sue."